This is a continuity that I am thankful for right now…each Sunday I get to weigh in and check my progress. Over the last two weeks or so all my continuity went *right* out the window. The interesting thing is I never really considered myself to be a “scheduled” kind of person. I always thought of myself as a “go-with-the-flow” kind of gal. Apparently not. Not anymore, anyway.
Let us just suffice it to say the last two or so weeks have been chaos. Purely. My life was completely flipped upside down and it was all I could do to hold on tight and hope it would straighten out quickly. While my life is not back to normal completely, it appears as though it is getting there. Finally.
My younger daughter’s birthday party was last Sunday, which meant I ended up canceling my appointment with Denise (trainer). I had every intention of going to see her that day, but my stress levels were on the rise and things just were not getting accomplished. So, I had to sacrifice the time away and prepare for the party. Big mistake.
Monday night (another regular gym night) I ended up having one of my stupid seizures. This, of course, prevented me from going to the gym. Dorsey (boss of the trainers) told me several times that if I showed up at the gym after having a seizure he would personally run me out. That whole, “Listen to your body” thing again. Sigh.
Tuesday night is not a normal gym night, but I was dying to go. It had been since Friday, and my body could tell that something was up. I went by myself and did my entire arms/abs routine. Going by myself means the routine is done *much* quicker. Surprisingly so, in fact. The biggest “hitch;” however, was that the elliptical machines were in the path of an industrial fan blowing on high. I did not break a sweat. I started to, but then the fan just dried it all up and kept me cool. At the time I did not think much of it, but apparently that is not great for weight loss.
Wednesday I was back to the gym (a normal night), but we ended up going so late that I just did not have time for cardio after. It was a little after 8:00 and my girlies needed to go to bed. So, needless to say I left the gym a little grumpier than expected.
Friday, back to the gym, and no giant industrial fan on the elliptical machines. I sweat so much I could wring out my shirt after (had I really wanted to…which I did not). It was glorious. I felt amazing.
All my emotional baggage and lack of normal gym routine showed up on the scales this morning. In a big way. I should mention that my food consumption did not change under the pressure and stress, which I am elated about. Truly. The “old” me would have taken the messed up gym routine and stress as a clear sign I should be eating whatever I wanted – and in mass quantity. What a victory that was in itself. (Fellow food addicts can understand that one)
So, how did weigh in go, you ask? Well, I am down this week, which I guess should make me happy…although I am not. 254.2 on the scale this morning. Exactly *one* pound down from last week. Yes, one pound is one pound, but when I have been consistently losing two, three, or more pounds each week, a one-pound week feels a little similar to nothing.
Instead of focusing on my dreary one-pound loss for the week, though…it does bring about something pretty exciting. As of this morning I have lost 60.8 pounds total. In 22 weeks. That is certainly nothing to be upset about…not in the least. In fact, I am quite happy with that kind of progress. How could I not be?
In another arena…I have several posts on the burners here. So, be on the lookout for an increase in communication. I have missed writing tremendously. It motivates me not only to type it out, but to hear the encouraging and helpful words from all of you…and the advice certainly does not hurt. 🙂
How do you cope when your routine is interrupted? Do you find yourself engulfed in a moment of weakness with food in your hand?